Poetry Is…

Poetry is…

By Mya Finau

Poetry is a car’s headlights shining by your window late at night.

Poetry is a sour strawberry, you can sugarcoat it or you can take it how it is.

Poetry is mid-September; soothing, sometimes rainy and anything can happen.

Poetry is Augustus Waters in the speeding ambulance pleading for his lover to recite him a poem before his untimely demise.

Poetry is The 1975 pouring through the car’s speakers while the streetlights reflect off the wet highway.

This poem makes me...
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